I have been having a hard time writing anything at all. It had me stumped. Until this morning.
I am working on a negative piece about Ayn Rand who preached selfishness was good and helping people was bad. Paul Ryan and much of the Republican Party and Uber’s founder all agree with this credo.
I have read a lot of non-fiction but I finally decided to read Atlas Shrugged. She had three characters who are strong, powerful, inventors, business people who despite everyone else. Rand stated that only these people deserve love– that love has to be earned and that us nobodies obviously don’t deserve it. I wonder why children deserve love since few own businesses.
She is preaching to change America and she largely achieved her goal.
But I realized if I despite the audience then I have nothing to say. Writing is communications and it requires respect for one’s audience. (Unless I am manipulating the audience). So as I was reading this toxic material whose author clearly despised the human race, I was being absorbed into its world-view. Usually this isn’t a problem, but in this case, it is.
So today I journalled and wrote this blog since starting that novel. End of my writer’s block.
Glad I figured that out.